This is a song about "French future tense"

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

You're gonna have to pardon my french, mr. englishman

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

No prospects for the future

But that's what he liked her

So, just tell me something about yourself

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Keep moving they staying in past tense

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

You're already done, i'm writing this in past tense

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Do we plan for our future

And there's little to be glad for

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot